Monday, December 28, 2009

I'm the ultimate best friend.I'm there for you when you need me to be, but not always reliable.Blunt and to the point, I'm almost as sharp as a double edged sword.I keep my personal life quiet while it's going on, then after a year I tell.You don't have to worry about meBecause I'm not the jealous type.Even if I was I wouldn't show itI bite my tongueMore than you thinkI silently judgeMore than you thinkI lie through my teethMore than you thinkSending out the friend vibe is what I do.I don't associate myself with relationships.I only set them up.Smiling at your happiness is what I do.I'm still here, even though sometimes it's hard.I'm the ultimate best friend.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

In trouble for staying in my room, as opposed to being outside of my room, working on a new art piece, or say reading a nice book, or just trying to watch TV.

Of course I can do all three of the said above activities both in and out of my room, but I like my quiet. I like my privacy. I like keeping my things out of the chubby hands of a certain little brother.

It's hard to get this point across to my family.

There's no point in arguing. I only argue with people I don't spend time with 20 out of 24 hours a day.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Leftovers and I have a love hate relationship. Sometimes I don't mind eating 3 day old pinwheels, but it gets to a point where I can't even remember how old some of the food is.

I keep on neglecting to eat christmas ham because 1) the oranges are just 2 feet away, and not refrigerated, and 2) I'm lazy and don't want to walk all the way to the fridge, and warm up the ham.

And it goes on like this for days. I feel guilty if I throw away food the instant a giant holiday meal has ended because so much hard work went into it, but at the same time, let's be honest: I never actually eat leftovers.

I'll pick at them, nibble here and there, but that's it. And that crap usually clutters up the fridge for a solid 2 weeks until someone gets sick of it being cluttered and finally throws it away.

There's enough clutter in my life. I'll throw away bags upon bags of stuff that it either broken, or supremely old, and I'll still have a cluttered room. 3 bags of clothes donated, and my closet is still jam packed, and I only wear half of what's actually in there.

Why?

I am such a clutter bug. Oh well. At least you can see the floor in my room, however you can't see the walls because of all the shelves of stuff in there. OMIGAWD.

And the best part is, it's not over yet! I still have one more Christmas to go!

Now, before I go off rambling on all of my presents, I just want to stop myself and mention the bad before the good.

I went over and spent part of Christmas day with my mom. Worst idea ever. This last trip pretty much re-affirmed the fact that I don't ever want to go to her house again. If I meet with my mom, it will not be in her environment, it will be in one of my choosing. Christmas over there sucked.

However Christmas at my dad's, and later at my grandparents' was awesome. I pretty much got everything I wanted, and then some.

I received all sorts of fancy art supplies, and a much needed brush bucket, and a portfolio for all of my art. And I also got a cool little sewing machine! Now I can finally sew 24/7!

And since we're traveling this Christmas a bunch of my family just gave me gift cards and money!!

SHOPPING IN DALLAS FTW!

I got a lot of other things, but I'm too lazy to type that much, and I'm sure you guys would rather tell me what an awesome Christmas you had.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

I'm about to get ready to see the Nutcracker ballet (YES!!!) and I just remembered that I haven't blogged in a while. I didn't even blog on my birthday which was the 15th!

Everything has been so busy, getting ready for Christmas, seeing old friends, and a lot of family stuff---- I just haven't had anytime to write.

Also, everyone knows I like presents, and travel, and this year my parents have decided to combine them both. After we have Christmas with all the family we're heading to San Antonio and Austin again for some shopping, touring, and hopefully snow! I can't wait! I'm hoping to hit up a few vintage shops I saw this summer, or at least a few galleries.

School is now officially out for me, and right now I'm trying not to worry about the paper I have due in English, or the pounds worth of French Revolution inspired music that I have to study and commit to memory.

Ugh. I'm also trying not to get annoyed by the overused and abused excuse of "Why not, (insert holiday here) only comes around once a year!"

Well naw duh. You know what else comes around once a year? My fist, towards your face if you don't stop saying that. People need to either be honest, or come up with a better excuse when trying to justify our of the ordinary holiday actions.

Personally, when asked why I would spend over $100 at Bath and Body Works for family, I don't say "Why not, Christmas only comes around once a year!"

I say, "Hello? Have you met my family? I'm safer getting them something nice and smelly than buying them a gift card from the Pottery Barn."

Sunday, December 13, 2009

I'm not even going to lie. I'm materialistic. I like spending time with family and friends, but at the end of the day, I like being surrounded by stuff. This is why my room is overflowing with random things.

My mom and I don't get along. I think her new husband is weird. She took me out for an early birthday lunch today, which was ok. We didn't talk much.

Then we went shopping.

My mom's not rich. She's not poor. She's somewhere in between. When we went shopping she asked me what I wanted, and I told her I needed scarfs. I saw a few that I was just like wow, these are pretty!

Before I knew it, without looking at the price, my new stepdad was like, "LET'S GET IT!"

I pretty much had a heart attack when we were checking out and I heard the price of these two scarfs. $80. Dude. I have never ever ever spent that much on an accessory. Ever.

Now, to some people, this is normal, but me? No. $20-$30 is the limit on what I would spend on accessories.

When we first left the store I felt a little guilty, but right now, not so much. It was for my birthday, and this new guy is just trying to prove that he's a good stepdad, so should I feel bad? I think not. Not to mention he's already mentioned the words: Dallas, Shopping spree, and Hundreds of dollars, Saturday after Christmas.

I think this guy is going to make up monetarily for all the crappy experiences I had with my mom.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

I'm tired of liking guys, and then disliking them because I can't take them anywhere.

Have you ever liked a guy you couldn't take everywhere? It's frustrating.

I have tons of banquets/ dances to go to every year and bringing a date is always nice, but I want to go with someone I can have fun with.

It sucks because sometimes the guy:

doesn't like to dancedoesn't like booksdoesn't have any friends at the function and therefore would have no one to talk to but me, meaning my mingling time is cut downdoesn't like the food the event is servingdoesn't own a suit, and will never own a suit... ever.

Sometimes it's all of the above, sometimes it's just one or two. The point is, it's bothersome.

I need an all around guy. One I can go with to Starbucks, Barns and Noble, banquest/dances, the occasional get together with my graduated high school, now college friends, and plays and other theatrical productions. Someone I can take to the above places without feeling guilty that I'm boring them or making them uncomfortable.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

My preAP English teacher is making us read The House on Mango Street, and although it's an easy read, I have to say reading vignettes are confusing. Since they do not go in direct chronological order you pretty much open the book and get these random episodes of this girl's life. It's a good book, just weird. Of course, since we're reading vignettes, my teacher assigned a project in which we had to come up with 12-15 titles, and from those titles write 5 vignettes about our lives. We also have to come up with a book cover, and on the back we have to come up with an explanation to why our book cover looks like that. I'm pretty excited because I've always wanted to do a little mini book project. And plus, writing the vignettes are super easy.

ACADEC competition is in January which means I have to cram a semester's worth of studying into christmas break. FUN. I'm looking forward to my brain oozing out of my ears.

My birthday is on the 15th, and instead of having a super awesome birthday I have to talk with Lawyers about money and whatnot. OH THE JOY.

This is why I LOVE lawyers. They make my birthday SO AWESOME. /end sarcasm.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

This song is pretty much the bomb dot com. I love the whole feel of this song, and it's not annoying like other "wedding" songs. I'm sorry, but I would be lying if I told you that I didn't want to stab my eyes out whenever I go to a wedding and hear these sappy songs over and over about crap like, "I'll love you till the end of time...."

Not that that statement is bad, but it's so completely hackneyed. UGH.

Now, this song about Bill, I'm listening to it on repeat that's how much I love it. Bill. Bill. I need to meet a Bill.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

First I had this weird dream.... I was at a debate tournament, and I guess we were done for the day and we were leaving the building. I remember being pretty bummed because T's school wasn't able to make it for some odd reason.

Also, the building was weird. Instead of a school, it was this church decorated in deep rich colors like maroon and gold with wood paneling and the lights were iridescent, soft and very yellow.

As we were walking down this kind of narrow hallway to leave I see T walking in a line of people, and surprised, I say "Hey!" and kind of stray from the group telling them that I would catch up soon. I hear a threat from my new coach telling me that if I'm the last one in the bus, or if they're kept waiting for me that they're going to leave without me.

I take this into consideration, but brush it off and go see T. We smile, say hi, hug and I walk back with him to this giant auditorium. I don't really remember why he came there, I just remembered that he had to perform or something like that, and his parents were there. We talked, and hugged for a very long time. Like, A VERY LONG TIME. And then I realized that I had to run to the bus before my new coach left me here without a ride, so we reluctantly stopped hugging, and I run to the bus only to find out that they weren't going to leave me because they were still waiting for Mr. G, the theatre teacher who had to pee really bad.

And then I woke up. The weirdest thing though is the fact that when I woke up it didn't feel like a dream, but a memory. I remember details, faces, the whole bit. Weird.

Then later on at school during lunch this random girl with a nose ring comes to our table and asks my friend George for his number. This is usually normal because pretty much 70% of the girls at school have a thing for him, however his girlfriend happened to be sitting across from him. Nose ring girl starts rambling and then is like, "Well, you don't have to if you can't, I mean if you have a girlfriend or something---"

George's girlfriend Karina, in shock just sits there, and I look at nose ring girl and just point across the table at Karina as she says this, and she stops mid sentence and goes "Oh! Oops! My bad!" and runs away to her table, acting weird and embarrassed.

I'm probably going to get bad karma for laughing about her with my friends, but at the same time, I gotta give her made props for actually having the guts to just blatantly ask for his number. I know I could never just bluntly ask for a guy's number... heck I usually just wait for them to ask for mine.

Oh yeah, I know you guys probably hate the show Grey's Anatomy, but have you seen Dr.McSexyEyes?? He is gorgeous.Oh those eyes.

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